because they live in a house of mirrors,
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Today has been a long day, and Cara is tired.

IP Induction rehearsals, as per normal, as per every-day-of-this-week-so-far.

Full-dress rehearsals! ...and we all wore our class hoodies, and I brushed up on being Carl and got to go around with my hood up and my fringe down and I got caught by Ash for baring my teeth and making inane faces at walls. >:(

"...Vampire kid!"
"I am not!"




This is us. We went into some teensy room at the top of the auditorium to rehearse; and with all the hoodies, we could've passed off as some cult minority gathering to practise some straaange rite.


(from left to right) ...Geek and the Beauty!
...Or (still from left to right) Beauty and the Freak. Depends on your perspective.



The geeky emos.



...Spot the poser!



Me brushing up on being Carl.
See! I even blend in with the guys, no?


... Today we realized that Ash is the Original Emo, I'm a Bohemian+Emo= Bohemo, and Trace is just Not Emo At All.

I'm also pretty sure I did a whole heap of stupid things today, but I can't seem to remember them so I'm pretty happy not to blog about them at all.





Oh, and. I saw that (above) when I was about to go home, and I burst out laughing by myself when I saw it.
...Apparently, the need for male students to be clean-shaven is of utmost importance-- so important, in fact, that it was written in red ink.
Of all things to be emphasized.

I mean, I understand that there must be a perfectly logical reason behind it all, but really, what's the worst thing that male students could do in the exam halls, should they happen to (gasp) be unshaven?
Hide mathematical formulas in their beards?


Okay now I must fly.
It's Halloween and I hear Disney Channel being switched on downstairs and I want to watch Return To Halloween Town! :D


(hey by the way, you. No scaring little trick-or-treaters by jumping out at them when they walk into the lift.

really, some people.
tsk. ;D)


hello, sunshine.
----

(thank you for the busride and our avenue,)


...Track dinner was awesome.
We all headed to Vila'ge, (though I was late) and subsequently I got myself a salad plate and Joshua doesn't like his Caesar leaves with lime on them.
I also learnt that in France, people pronounce "crepe" as "creepy". So when you want to order- you just raise your hand, nod to the waiter, and politely request "a platter of grilled chicken creepy; merci."

Okay now for a major picture unload.

And why yes, I am aware that my pictures "don't have colour".
I set them that way.




















Joshua bullying Shu Fang.
Baaad tracker.



...The mugger cow!
And yes. The resemblance is disturbing.











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...Today we had the first rehearsal for IP Induction.

I'm still a leetle sore over the fact that there aren't any AC guys in our junior class.
Not that I've anything against AC guys. I'm just saying that the littler ones're fun to tease.

Aaand of course, our juniors're unfortunate enough to end up with us four-- Qiu, myself, Trace, and Ren Jean-- arguably the oddest out of the 04 bunch, aka:
1. the little tracker with the whiny voice.
2. the weirdo with the hair that eats her face.
3. the future first woman prez.
4. the swimmer seniorphile/paedophile/both.

But whatever.
We might be weird-- but we're still rad that way.


...The four verrry UN-OGLy OGLs.



Ren Jean: under the impression that if she can't see us, then we can't see her.



We had t'test out the Bucket Game to see if it was okay for our juniors.
So 07IP05 bravely stepped forward to be the first guinea pigs-- basically, supporting a bucket of water for five minutes. Kinda like Mr Sham's ab workout, only noisier.
(so much for suffering in silence. Very noisy, that bunch. Most unmartyr-like behaviour.)



Ting: *squeal*
Cara: *points* ...Y'know, there's still time to back out of this. The canteen's right theeeeere...



QL: is slacking.
Now we know.



Ren Jean: is in pain.



QL: is still slacking but pretending to be in pain too.



QL: *has arms behind head.* *is still slacking.*
Ren Jean: *complains*
Trace: *suffers*
Cara: (to quote Trace) "...sidecrunch!" *perpetually exercising*



...L'Oreal.
Because Emily's worth it.


OGLs in pain.



OGLs surrendering.


...The Random Bodypart Game!
Maxy and I drew "butt-to-waist"; so we had t'get the ball from one end of the linkway to the other.
Yes I know- awwww. Don't we look cuddly.






MaxCara: Faster than the speed of light.



... I am an ardent devotee of life.

...And to be perfectly honest; even though life can be a total bummer at times, and God knows how sometimes I wish it would just shush and go away already--

life is.

It just is,
and it's
wild and beautiful and it careens on its rapidly tilting axis,
hot coffee in a quiet cafe on a gold-lit road on a Saturday morning,
making wishes at 11.11 and believing that yeah, they'll come true,
dancing in your garden at midnight and not caring what the neighbours think,
waking up on Monday morning and finding something to look forward to,
looking up into the sky by night and realizing how infinite we are meant to be,

life is
reading poetry in the garden, on a cold night,
looking up and seeing a perfect full moon,
seeing your smile,
covering your eyes with my fingers and still seeing that big ol', wonderful ol' grin of yours spread across your face,
walking in the rain with Debussy and Enya and Frank Sinatra,
laughing with you all, so hard that it hurts,
smiling at strangers,
hearing your special song on the radio,
tossing your busfare into the wishing well because you'd rather have a wish-come-true than a busride,
tangled hair and flushed faces and the laughter of we, the generation in between.


life is

yours to live.







You are a child of this universe.
You have every right to be alive.
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...But the canteen's for doing the can-can! What else is a canteen for? >/


...Today, I mastered the fine art of playing Taboo.

RJ, Serene, Yan and I headed to Swirl and gawsh did we have fu-uhn.

Cara: "Attack of the....?" (Ans: clones)
Yan: "...Aliens."

Cara: "Mr Eng is a...?" (Ans: teacher)
Yan: "Tyrant?"

Cara: "Okay, okay. So when you lose a tooth; you put it under your pillow for who to find?" (Ans: Tooth Fairy)
Yan: "...Oh, oh. Santa Claus!!!"

Cara: "*sings* You can stand under my...?" (Ans: Umbrella. [Like you had to ask!])
Yan: *confused look* "...Chair? Table?"

...I am a firm advocator of laughing to get abs.

Oh, and we got many strayunge variations of the last Taboo question, too.
I finally comprehend how guys' minds work.

Cara: "You can stand under my...?"
WQ: "Uhhh. Skirt?"

AND, not forgetting--

Cara: "Mr Ang, Mr Ang. Complete this sentence. You can stand under my...?"
Mr Ang: "Legs."
Class: O_O *gawps*

... Yeayuh, so.
Guys: EXPOSED.

I'm gonna get Eclipse today.
I'm not getting it for the Edward fix. (cos who needs a Cullen when you can have .?)
But I'm dyingggg to read Eclipse, and I cannot wait.
"Can I keep Jacob Black as a pet?"

Aaaahhh asdtiuyhgakjhgf I am so borrrrred.


But poetry, beauty, romance, love-- We stay alive for these.
----

Yesterday was a blip.

Yesterday, I
1) was sick
2) watched telly
3) lounged around on Facebook . Which, by the way, is getting the very the boring. As much as Facebook's a useful networking tool and all, I ssssstill think it teeters on the primitive side. Just a little.
Specially Fighter's Club-- because really-- like we need another reason to fight each other?!
4) ran
5) read poetry
6) attempted to meditate; which worked for all of two-and-a-half minutes until the phone rang
7) lay in bed for an hour listening to Remy Zero
8) went outside and walked in the rain
9) got scolded for walking in the rain
10) got sicker

and that was about it.

...I've realized that I'm rather partial to Wordsworth. He writes a lot about fairies.
I like that guy. (:

Poe and Keats are definite tops on my list, too. I'm waiting to get better so's I can head to Borders and purchase my poetry fix.

My head feels like it's been filled with heelyum.

Okay time for more Febs.


(And we are hollow vessels in search of what makes us alive-
I never said this was my revolution when you looked me in the eye.
Oh, how I've walked this white line so many times before;
What a feeble attempt just to feel alive. )






have faith in love, if nothing else.
----

LIBERO,

and we are free.


Yesterday was a truly awesommme day spent outside with my girls. <3



We managed to accumulate a heapload of whacked quotes- on my part, I swearrr I never meant any of mine literally. >/ They just CAME out that way- so sue me for being around whack-minded people who have tendencies to think the other way.

(Cara, intending to ask Ren Jean to hurry up and change)
Cara: Ren Jean, take off your clothes.
Ren Jean: O_O
Cara: *realizes* ...!

Kat: Do I look okay in this top? :/
Cara: I don't know. It might be a bit much, y'know, since your bust-to-waist ratio is, like, whoa.
Kat: ...
Cara: ... Omigosh that's not what I meant! That's not what I meant! Ew. Ew. I swear, Kat, I didn't mean--
Serene: ... I think I get what you mean. Yeah Kat, cos your bust-to-waist ratio is like, wow.
Cara and Kat: O_O
Serene: *facepalm*

Cara: *lifts the bottom of her top to inspect her dark jeans*
Qiu: ...Cara, let me see!

All: *walking by the Hyatt and talking about hotels*
Yan: Yeah, that would be so fun.
Ren Jean! Let's go get a hotel room.
All: ...O.O
Ren Jean: *runs and hides*
Yan: (blur, as always) ...What did I say?

Ren Jean: Mhm, so Cara'll go out in her boho getup and Serene'll go out in her gangsta clothes, and I'll just go out in my nothing.

We bought Little Miss tees, see, to match- and:
Little Miss Stubborn: Serene
Little Miss Naughty: Ren Jean
Little Miss Giggles: Kat
Little Miss Star: Me!
Little Miss Late: Yan
Little Miss Quick: Qiu

...Yeah, so it's cliched, but whatever. We just looked like six morons in matching shirts.
Absolutely nothing wrong with that! :D

(All emerge from washroom cubicles in new shirts. All exchange glances.)
Serene: I feel like an idiot.
Ren Jean: Haha then I'm a Naughty Idiot! And Kat's a Giggly Idiot! And Serene's a Stubborn Idiot!
Cara: Yeah yeah, and Yan's a Late Idiot, and Qiu's a Quick Idiot; and I'm a Star Idiot!! *beams*
All: ...*silence*
Cara: O_O Omigosh a star idiot I get it arrrrrghhhh!


We went to Subway for lunch, and when it came to me, I was all, "Oh, no pickles-onions-and-greenchilli-please."
And then the guy behind me in the queue with the goofy mohawk and chains turns to me and goes, "...Pickles are good for you."
And for a second, this revelation takes some time to register and I'm just all, like, what?, but then I regain my senses and laugh something incoherent about pickle poisoning, and then turn back to the making of my sandwich.
And then the guy goes, "...You'll have to eat pickles if you're gonna go to Australia."
Naturally, inside I'm all, "...but I'm NOT going to Australia, dude," but instead what comes out is, "So you're studying there?", and he goes, "Yeah, I just got back," and I just go, "...oh." because, really, what else could I say?

Luckily, by then my Subway has been wrapped and is ready to go, and I pick it up, grin, and go back to my table, awayyyy from Pickle Guy.

...Most of the shopping trip was spent trying to help Kat find a more subtle cropped jacket, and we made friends with the store attendant, and what ensued was some crazy girltalk.



Kat: ...But this is a normal one! I'm not even wearing a push-up!


...Too much information, hun. :P


Consequently, we camwhored outside for a little while longer- the third person in the queue helped us take photos in sepia, and then we moved down to the fifth person and she took our photos in colour.

We also established the Society Of The Failed Ballerinas- albeit all of us (three) wh o joined ballet classes when we were little and consequently quit/were kicked out/lost interest and moved on to more mature things, like colouring pages and lego.



...Kay. So then we headed off to iceskate, and I had lotsa fun teaching RJ how t'skate. She was so scared that I held her hand so tight that it almost bruised. Sorry, RJ.

Oh, and we made friends with this little girl! - and omigosh, she's been skating since she was two or three, and she's gonna be a professional ice skater.
Kinda makes me wish my parents had enrolled me in some crazy sport too, when I was little.
And then she challenged me to an iceskating race, and I'm all, "...Nuuuu."

The little old uncle at the rink liked the butterfly tattoo on my face. He even taught me how t'pose so's I'd look like a model. ...Don't we all just love little old people?

Later on, I was keeping my eyes open to see if I could spot Sherman when he was coming in. Turns out he was sitting at the benchers all along, watching. (:
Hurrah me for not wiping out and not looking lame.

Also, Little Miss Late (aka Yan) kept us waiting, and we were rushing to get out of Fuji Ice Palace before we had to pay overtime (and Ren Jean's ankles were already dying, so nobody really wanted to hang around to skate any longer);
and of courrrrsssseee Yan had to take an eternity just to put one shoe on,
and I looked up at the clock and went, "Omigosh we've got one minute left to get out!"

Everyone else gave a rational response- albeit screamed, finished doing up their shoelaces, grabbed their things, and jumped up.

All except for Yan; who was still putting on her FIRST shoe.

So I did the only thing I could: I shrieked, grabbed her other shoe, and ran out of Fuji Ice Palace.

...Needless to say, we didn't have to pay overtime. We made it just in time. Woohoo, go us.
(and yes, I did return the shoe to Yan after that. Sorry, Yan.)



Yesterday I realized that everything WILL be okay in the end,
that things that were meant to be will find a way to work out,
and that although people generally always leave;
some stay.
and even though promises are lies until they're seen through,
people do keep promises.
some people.
and when you find those people,
we highly recommend that you hold onto them and love them and never let them go.